Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
Inclining his head to indicate that yes, he had heard from Finn, still Cian listens with rapt blue eyes and a patient expression. The two men couldn't look more different as they sat and regarded one another. Cian, slender and impeccably dressed, his palms smooth and his eyes knowing. Then there was Noah; rugged and muscular, efficient in his style and taste level and confident despite the wealth of all he didn't know.
Next to Cian is a small ornate box, which his slender fingers move to open. Within is the amulet that Noah and Co helped to retrieve just days before. 'Tell me, Noah so that I don't repeat what you already know...how much do you know of the Order?' With his eyes on the new demigod, the Eye's finger curls around the amulet's chain, lifting it slowly out of the box where the serpentine shape could catch the firelight.
Next to Cian is a small ornate box, which his slender fingers move to open. Within is the amulet that Noah and Co helped to retrieve just days before. 'Tell me, Noah so that I don't repeat what you already know...how much do you know of the Order?' With his eyes on the new demigod, the Eye's finger curls around the amulet's chain, lifting it slowly out of the box where the serpentine shape could catch the firelight.
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
